#cat antics

Historically, that has meant pushing it with her head until it nearly falls to the floor, so she can have unobstructed access to my lap.

Recently, she switched up her tactics.

Now, she’s been going for the power cord. Naturally, this had not been good. She hasn’t managed to electrocute herself, thank goodness, mainly because I bravely put myself between her and the cord. (She interprets this as me being on The Computer’s side, and not as me saving us both from pain and heartache)

Last night, I’m not sure what happened, but she finally won the war. The cord will not power on any drive, and my laptop’s battery is shit.

So good job, kitty. You won the war.

So here we have my darling Smeatloaf, contemplating the execution of a quote on quote “tricky maneuver” aka jumping over my legs onto the couch but not landing on her sister’s head.

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The Hollow iced over last night.

Just a thin frost — enough to sparkle on the floor

and apparently enough to awaken his winter instincts.

When I stepped out this morning,

there were pawprints everywhere.

Crossing the rug.

Circling the Codex.

One single print on top of a closed jar

that must’ve required a level of acrobatics

I’m choosing not to think about.

He must’ve been sprinting laps in the dark,

skidding across the frost like a tiny, chaotic guardian.

Two pages are bent,

a mug is relocated,

and the Hollow feels… mischievously lighter.

He’s napping now, curled up like none of this happened.

The perfect crime.

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Here she is, ostensibly relaxed, taking a bath, but really just waiting for a chance to gobble down on plastic